Lost in the Oilfield
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Well, thought I'd come back and log in after about a year... and probably was a year before that last login that i was on before so I suppose I'm not really active anymore, but good to see I do still have an account.
Met some fun, intelligent, and incredibly interesting people on here. But unfortunately in these forums, as with in real life, I tend to drift away for years at a time into reclusion from humanity. So I appologize for not being around but it is the very nature of my being.
Just because I like being alone though, does not mean I do not think of, or care about, the people I have met on my sojourns to the land of the living from my little island of solitude.
So thought I'd say hello and give my best wishes for the years to come should I decide not to stick around, but to jump on my boat and sail back to my island.
I hope that many new and wonderful people have joined this forum to keep the community strong and the support ever-present.
To Hijacc, Bluey, Jules, Sloth, Nevermore, Blue Sky, Qui, just to name a few (and forgive me those I have not named, but have had the pleasure of speaking with): I hope you have found what it is you seek in life and enjoy your lives to the fullest every day.
-- From here on you may not want to continue simply because it may bore you if you'd prefer a lighter read... like the word association game I loved on here =D --
A couple weeks ago I hade a profound moment. You know what I mean, one of those lightning bolts from the sky that just makes your thoughts grind to a halt and freeze you for a second?
I was walking into a store, and noticed some grafitti on the side of a dumpster as I finished my smoke. Looking closer, this is what it said:
"The meaning of life is to find a life of meaning."
Simple, straight forward, perfection. It completely blew me away.
I searched google but found nothing that put it so straight forward and perfectly. And further on in this post you will see I have searched a great deal more than just google. This is a masterpiece I thought. And ever since I have been telling those I interact with this story.
I have written a thesis on the meaning of life, and have given a speech on it in class. I have studied the meaning of life since I was twelve years old reading the combined works of Aristotle, Plato, Salon, Socrates, annonymous ancient parabels, Near Eastern myths, the surviving works from Babylonian, Sumerian, ancient Egyptian, Assyrian, Mesthopotamian texts (some overlapping civilizations but the distinction of their existance in time is very important), the Bible, the Koran, the Torah, the epic of Gilgamesh, yes I have read them all through and thoroughly. I could keep dropping tens of thousands of names spanning recorded time and from time-before-time, but let us summarize it as: stories and accounts from all of documented human existance. I am not bragging, such studies have been my fervorous passion since childhood, they enthralled me from the moment I was able to realize the relation of timeless facets of humanity between Bible stories (the only ancient parabels and accounts of the past I was aquainted with at that age) and more current fictional novels I had read as a child (one of the first books I read, when I was learning to read, was a copy of The Hobbit that my father had read and kept from when he was a child. So you can understand how comparative human concerns and dillemas could easily be found between both books even as a child, if you are aquainted with these works). And I believe spending so much time studying over the words of the dead has left me somewhat unfit, or incapable to a degree to adapt to, or function within the current world entirely. Primarily because knowing so much of the past I can see there is no future but that which has already been passed on orally, or written countless times over. Even every aspect of the world today is just a repetition of the world of the past. For every wonderful new experience someone tells me, I can only think of the innumerable similar accounts still preserved in texts from the past. But my personal history aside, and to attempt to remain on topic, what I am saying is that I have indeed heard the above statement before many times over. And never have I seen it put so clearly as what I read on the side of a trash bin. Most profound indeed. I was also curious if anyone has ever seen this statement themselves put exactly as I found it. I unfortuantely am not a computer, and so my mind does not retain everything I have ever read. So, it is likely that I could simply have forgotten the author of this statement with the passage of time. And that the placement and environment these words were found in just amplified it enough to burn it into my memory forever. I will never forget those words in their exact placement now, ever.
Anyway, that being said I should call it a night now, and bid you all a fond farewell till we should meet again.
And i find it rather amusing that on returning after such a long time away, that my first message should be a large, though not quite as epic one, as was the case many times in the past, when I wrote more frequently on here. And messaged some of the users, perhaps still present here, with the verbose and droning flare I so fondly cherish
Met some fun, intelligent, and incredibly interesting people on here. But unfortunately in these forums, as with in real life, I tend to drift away for years at a time into reclusion from humanity. So I appologize for not being around but it is the very nature of my being.
Just because I like being alone though, does not mean I do not think of, or care about, the people I have met on my sojourns to the land of the living from my little island of solitude.
So thought I'd say hello and give my best wishes for the years to come should I decide not to stick around, but to jump on my boat and sail back to my island.
I hope that many new and wonderful people have joined this forum to keep the community strong and the support ever-present.
To Hijacc, Bluey, Jules, Sloth, Nevermore, Blue Sky, Qui, just to name a few (and forgive me those I have not named, but have had the pleasure of speaking with): I hope you have found what it is you seek in life and enjoy your lives to the fullest every day.
-- From here on you may not want to continue simply because it may bore you if you'd prefer a lighter read... like the word association game I loved on here =D --
A couple weeks ago I hade a profound moment. You know what I mean, one of those lightning bolts from the sky that just makes your thoughts grind to a halt and freeze you for a second?
I was walking into a store, and noticed some grafitti on the side of a dumpster as I finished my smoke. Looking closer, this is what it said:
"The meaning of life is to find a life of meaning."
Simple, straight forward, perfection. It completely blew me away.
I searched google but found nothing that put it so straight forward and perfectly. And further on in this post you will see I have searched a great deal more than just google. This is a masterpiece I thought. And ever since I have been telling those I interact with this story.
I have written a thesis on the meaning of life, and have given a speech on it in class. I have studied the meaning of life since I was twelve years old reading the combined works of Aristotle, Plato, Salon, Socrates, annonymous ancient parabels, Near Eastern myths, the surviving works from Babylonian, Sumerian, ancient Egyptian, Assyrian, Mesthopotamian texts (some overlapping civilizations but the distinction of their existance in time is very important), the Bible, the Koran, the Torah, the epic of Gilgamesh, yes I have read them all through and thoroughly. I could keep dropping tens of thousands of names spanning recorded time and from time-before-time, but let us summarize it as: stories and accounts from all of documented human existance. I am not bragging, such studies have been my fervorous passion since childhood, they enthralled me from the moment I was able to realize the relation of timeless facets of humanity between Bible stories (the only ancient parabels and accounts of the past I was aquainted with at that age) and more current fictional novels I had read as a child (one of the first books I read, when I was learning to read, was a copy of The Hobbit that my father had read and kept from when he was a child. So you can understand how comparative human concerns and dillemas could easily be found between both books even as a child, if you are aquainted with these works). And I believe spending so much time studying over the words of the dead has left me somewhat unfit, or incapable to a degree to adapt to, or function within the current world entirely. Primarily because knowing so much of the past I can see there is no future but that which has already been passed on orally, or written countless times over. Even every aspect of the world today is just a repetition of the world of the past. For every wonderful new experience someone tells me, I can only think of the innumerable similar accounts still preserved in texts from the past. But my personal history aside, and to attempt to remain on topic, what I am saying is that I have indeed heard the above statement before many times over. And never have I seen it put so clearly as what I read on the side of a trash bin. Most profound indeed. I was also curious if anyone has ever seen this statement themselves put exactly as I found it. I unfortuantely am not a computer, and so my mind does not retain everything I have ever read. So, it is likely that I could simply have forgotten the author of this statement with the passage of time. And that the placement and environment these words were found in just amplified it enough to burn it into my memory forever. I will never forget those words in their exact placement now, ever.
Anyway, that being said I should call it a night now, and bid you all a fond farewell till we should meet again.
And i find it rather amusing that on returning after such a long time away, that my first message should be a large, though not quite as epic one, as was the case many times in the past, when I wrote more frequently on here. And messaged some of the users, perhaps still present here, with the verbose and droning flare I so fondly cherish
